Yo, I bought that album man, it's wack manI'm tellin you, I don't like itI'ma be honest manHonest?I'm dead up, I'm seriousSerious?I don't feel it man, the drums are too weakI don't feel the snaresCoulda used a different type of sampleYou're wack man, yeah..

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